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165/365 (June 14, 2010) – I’ve never been great at breakfast, eating it that is. And my memories of honey are tainted because when I was a child I often came down with terrible coughs (still do as an adult too) and cough syrup never worked (still doesn’t).

In an attempt to get to sleep, my father would haul me out to the kitchen and make me eat honey by the tablespoon in hopes of coating my throat and stop the coughing. So, as a result, honey is not a treat, but a medicine.

But I also know how darned good it is for us. Natures miracle syrup really. I mean, think about it, take that jar of honey that’s been sitting at the back of the cupboard for years…anything growing in it? I bet not!

So I’m trying to introduce it back into my diet a bit at a time. It’s made it’s way into my chai tea. I used to use sugar, then switched to Stevia in an attempt to reduce sugar intake. Now I’ve switched to honey.

And, since taking a drive out to the Honeybee Centre in Surrey and finding some wonderful different flavours of honey based on the fields they are raised in, I am having it on my bagel too.

Cranberry blossom honey….very, very good.